Its weird that the places with the excessive rules (especially ones about respect) are unable to even practice near each other, while my FMA club swings sticks and aluminum training knives at each other every single training session without the extensive written code. To me, codes like this are indicative of martial arts themed daycare.

One of my first and one my favorite Krotty instructors would tell me not to do something. And then if I did it (thus endangering a female student because I was being an idiot) a punch to the gut followed. That was as formal as it got. That is why he was my favorite. Now I have a cool story to tell about getting punched, which in turn makes me appear somewhat tough.

The good ol days.

"We often joke -- and we really wish it were a joke -- that you will only encounter two basic problems with your 'self-defense' training.
1) That it doesn't work
2) That it does work"
-Animal MacYoung